Survive - Daryl Dixon - Follow The Plot Fanfic

Three

"We made it." Beth mumbles quietly before turning to look at us.

"I know you think this is stupid, and it probably is, but... I don't care. All I wanted to do today was lay down and cry, but we don't get to do that. so beat up on walkers if that makes you feel better. I need to do this." she says, looking between Daryl and I. 

I smile at her softly before walking into the room beside her, starting to search through the bottles to find some alcohol.

Our heads snap towards Daryl as he breaks the glass of a picture frame.

"Did you have to break the glass?" Beth asks him sarcastically as he rolls up the paper that was inside.

"No, you have your drink yet?" 

"No, but I found this. Peach Schnapps. Is it good?" She asks.

Daryl and I reply at the same time.

"No."

"Yeah." I look at Daryl.

"You can't tell me you actually like Peach Schnapps." he grumbles, i shrug my shoulders.

"Ever tried it with lemonade?" He shakes his head a little.

"Nah."

"Then don't judge, asshole" I reply jokingly. He shakes his head a bit, fed up of my shit.

"Well, it's the only thing left."

I watch as Daryl messes around with a snooker ball, and Beth starts trying to clean out glasses and cups. I give her a sympathetic smile and push the bottle towards her.

"Who needs a glass?" I mumble as she picks up the bottle.

I flinch a little as I hear a loud bang, Daryl throwing darts as the faces of the golf officials. I rub her back as Beth starts to cry, I look over at Daryl, but he keeps throwing the darts.

He stops for a second and throws the last dart harder than the others. He walks over and picks up the bottle. I quickly take it from him and put it in my bag.

"Sir, that is perfectly good Peach Schnapps you're about to smash." i mumble jokingly.

"Ain't gonna have your first be no damn Peach Schnapps." He says to Beth, picking up his crossbow. He walks over to the door and opens it.

"Come on." he says, looking over at us.

After a good long while of walking, Beth pipes up. "A motorcycle mechanic."

"Huh?" Daryl hums.

"That's my guess, for what you were doing before the turn. Did Zack ever guess that one?"

"It don't matter. Hasn't mattered for a long time." 

It's just what people talk about, you know, to feel normal." she mumbles.

"Yeah, well, that never felt normal to me." Daryl replies.

We follow Daryl for a while before i recognise the place and smile, looking up at him.

We walk out of the shrubbery and into a small clearing with a shack house in it.

"Found this place with Robyn." 

"I was expecting a liquor store..." Beth mumbles almost to herself.

"No, this is better" he replies and starts walking around the back to a shed. He peers through a window to make sure no one has settled inside, then opens the door, standing aside so Beth can see, I look in and smile slyly, leaning against the doorframe.

He walks in and starts collecting jars of clear liquid into a crate.

"What is that?" Beth asks curiously.

Daryl goes to respond, but I cut him off. 

"Moonshine." I smirk softly. "That's some good shit."

I take the crate that Daryl hands to me and take it inside.

I watch as Daryl clears the house, walking through it and checking the bathroom. He turns to me and nods when he is sure the bathroom is clear and I put the crate moonshine on the table. I pick up a cup, blowing into it to make sure it's clean and put it on the table.

Daryl unscrews a jar of moonshine and tips some into a cup.

"That's a real first drink right there." He says, gesturing to it.

"What's the matter?" I mumble softly.

"Nothing. It's just... my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind."

"Ain't nothing worth seeing out there anymore anyway." Daryl grumbles, looking at her.

Beth nods and lifts the glass up to her lips, taking a sip. She swallows it and grimaces.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted." She hesitates a little then drinks down the rest of it, smiling a little, "Second rounds' better." She chuckles, reaching for the jar to pour more.

"Woah, slow down hunny" I say to her, wanting to make sure she doesn't push herself too far for her first drink.

"This ones for you guys." She looks up at us expectantly.

"Nah, I'm good." Daryl mumbles, lifting his hand a little to dismiss it.

"I'll take it." I say, smiling, taking the drink from her hand and downing it completely, I look up at Daryl smiling softly. 

"Why not Daryl?" Beth asks him.

"Someone's gotta keep watch."

"What so you're like my chaperone now?" She asks, annoyed.

"Just drink lots of water." he mumbles as he walks towards the window.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon." Beth replies sarcastically.

I get up and help Daryl board up the windows whilst Beth walks around the house to explore.

She crouched down next to the raggedy chair and pulls out a plant pot with old cigarette butts in it.

"Who'd go into a store and walk out with this?" Beth asks rhetorically.

"My dad, that's who." Daryl answers.

I scoff softly, "Ditto... dumbasses."

"He'd set those up on top of the TV set, use them as target practice." He mumbled.

"He shot things inside your house?" 

"It was only ever just a bunch of junk anyway. That's how we knew what this place was. That shed out there." He says, gesturing towards it.

"My dad had a place just like this. You got your dumpster chair, for sitting in your drawers all summer, drinking." I mumble, almost to myself.

"You got your fancy buckets, that's for spitting your chaw in, after you old lady tells you to stop smoking." Daryl says, looking between Beth and I. "You got your... your internet." He says, throwing a newspaper onto the table.

I walk over to a window as I hear a walker. Looking out of it, I see that it's only one.

"Don't worry, it's just one of 'em." I say to them both.

"Should we get it?" Beth asks.

"If it keeps making too much noise, yeah." Daryl grumbles from the corner.

"Well, if we're gonna be trapped again we might as well make the most of it. Unless you're too busy chaperoning, Mr. Dixon." Beth asks him, holding out a jar of moonshine to each of us.

I instantly take the jar, but Daryl hesitates a little before taking it.

"Hell, might as well make the best of it." He falls into the old dumpster chair, and i sit on the arm of it, unscrewing the lid of the jar. 

"Home, sweet home." I mumble to myself as I start to drink with no hesitation.